Brad: We're ready to move to another compartment. Four-nineteen is empty.
Skipper: Took you long enough.
Brad: We were making pretty GOOD time there at the end.
Skipper: Hah! I've seen better time than that dilated.
Skipper: Clearing one compartment per day. . . I figure I'll turn ninety before you're done.
Brad: You don't look a day over seventy, sir.
Skipper: Flattery ain't getting that cargo moved, Kid.